The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-01-07

gagement. Ludovic in livery per-
formed his duties solemnly and man
aged the other servants with extreme
haughtiness.
They wU gobble their food" he
whispered behind my chair. "There'S
no teaching them not to do that Ihe
old mans a regular racehorse for bolt
ing his victuals."
Clarissa had improved. She was
simple and unruffied. But Jennie had
become inSufferable. Counts and count
esses, lords and ladies foated backward
and forward between her mother and
her. The conversation had such an ex-
cessively aristocratic flavor that MI.
Atkinson's Renaissance, apropos OF
the punch, about the way his father
started in the junk business had the eff
feet of a chill, which Mrs. Atkinson
partially removed by asking for the
prairie chickens which Capt. Cayen-
dish, her majesty's guards, travelling in
the states" had sent.
They were spoiled, ma'am," said
Ludovic, shortly.
No more was said, although Mr..
Atkinson opened his mouth as if to ex-
press incredibly.
When Ludovic had left the room
Mrs. Atkinson looked severely toward
her lord. you must not aggravate
Ludovic by contradicting him. He al
most gave warning yesterday when
Clarissa asked him to bring in the ten
mis- set. A butler never does that"
I've never been used to buffers"
said Clarissa, laughing, $50 l don't
know. But it seems to me that
Ludovic is more the master of this
house than papa is"
"Hush!' whispered Mrs. Atkinson,
as the naughty mental entered. 1--WE
pay him an awful price" she whisper
ed to me. Hes always threatening to
leave and 60 back. I'd let him go if
I could give a dinner without him."
murmured the poor woman, looking
really worried.
T. Clarissa was very gentle; she showed
ME the grounds and talked a great deal
of Sir Boyle Roche. Once or twice she
called him Edward. Then she cGs-red
and was quiet. She seldom spoke of
him except when we were alone. l
asked if he were related to the famous
Sir Boyle. She laughed and said no.
This was to be his first visit to Went
worth Manor-called so after Lord
Wentworth, Baron Atkinson. one of
their recently discovered ancestors of
the family. l liked her more and
more; she seemed happy, yet worried,
sometimes.
'Oh, DEAR" she said one evening, as
she sat in a low chair, her slight figure
surrounded by puffs of tulle and satin;
show / hate all thisi" The Atkinsons
we're having a ''big dinner" as Atkin-
son pere called it. "How / hate the
fuss and etiquette and the pretention of
it all! Why should we live such a sham
life? Oh. | like good manner and nice
things, but not this strain of pretend
ing what we are not. Look at Jennie,
with her English slang and her deter
mination to marry a title. Oh, / know
you'll say-I know your compliments
by heart, Sir. Fitzpatrick--that nothing
is too good for al American girl; but
some things arc too bad, and one of
them is to marry a title because one is
rich"
..And the baronetp" 1 said, with a
bow.
"Oh!" A mischievous light came
into her eyes, and she paused, then she
laughed.
sTn be honest with you. He's not q
baronet. He's plain Edward Boyle.
dry goods, Syracuse, N. X. Papa
knows it but he was afraid to invite any
body here but you without a title.
When we're married we'll break the
truth to her gently. OF course, mamma
won't let papa give us much; we'll MOI
be rich, but we'll be honest and our
sclUes."
"Sir Boyle RocheI'' cried the foot
man.
A tall, slight, red mustached young
man in an evening suit entered.
glanced at his face and met his eye. I
was a shrewd but pleasant face, will
bright, good humored eyes and a broad